Kefalonia diary 🌿

My days have mostly consisted of waking up slowly, eating something involving far too much feta, wandering around in the sun, swimming in water so clear it looks fake, eating again, staring at mountains like they’ve personally done something impressive and then somehow finding room for dinner.

A very demanding schedule.

There’s something about this place that makes everything feel softer. Olive trees everywhere. Cicadas making an absolutely unreasonable amount of noise. Little roads disappearing into the hills. Tiny coves. Warm evenings. Cats asleep under tables. Plates of grilled fish, tomatoes that actually taste like tomatoes, bread dipped in olive oil until the concept of moderation becomes completely irrelevant.

And I feel… so good.

More relaxed than I have in much too long, actually.

I didn’t realise quite how tightly wound I’d been until I wasn’t anymore. I’ve been swimming, reading, eating, wandering, taking stupid amounts of photos of flowers and sunsets and occasionally just sitting somewhere beautiful doing absolutely nothing.

Which, for someone whose brain normally behaves like a small office fire, is quite an achievement.

I’m sun-kissed, slightly rounder, approximately 90% feta and very happy about all of it.

Maybe we’re all just a few slow mornings, warm seas and aggressively large Greek lunches away from becoming tolerable human beings again 🤍